Monday, December 21, 2009

Grace

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Rest upon my tattered soul.
In the eyes who envy shattered gold.
With grace and love for those inflicted,
to free from pain amongst the witnessed.
To dance between each tear drop fallen,
to gather each rose petal with blessings spoken.
To have and to hold in the beauty of one,
forever we dance as our story is sung.

-L.C.A.

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